"Isn't he great? I get a million laughs out of him."
"Yeh, he's funny all right. He ought to 'a' gone on the stage."
"That's what everybody thinks. He'd 'a' been a riot. What do you think of the rest of the gang?"
"All right. That Anna's a nice kid. I'm not crazy about her boy friend, but I suppose he's O.K. That Theresa sure can sock liquor away without feeling it, can't she?"
"Sure. I've seen her drink all the men in a party right under the table. I think she's got something wrong with her that none of the rest of us know anything about. She always talks about dying soon."
"Yeh? Gee, that's too bad. She ought to get a good examination. I got a swell doctor I could send her to. If she ever talks about it again you can tell her to ask me. He's a very clever fellow. My brother was dying, mind you, dying, and I talked his wife into letting my doctor take a look at him. 'It can't do no harm,' I says to her. So she says to me, 'All right, Hubert, call your doctor. If it was anybody but you I would say no, but you pretty nearly always are right.' So I call this fellow and up he comes. He takes a look at the medicine that the other doctors had given him and he doesn't say a word. Just breaks every bottle and then he gives my brother some new stuff. In two days my brother is back on the job."
"Gee, that's wonderful. And he never was sick after that, huh?"
"Well, a couple of months afterwards he got sick again and that time he died."
